Despite her desire to stay conscious, the physical extent of her injuries far surpassed the strength of her mind. She was slipping fast, halfway welcoming the inky black of unconsciousness as she realized that there was really nothing more for her to fight against. She was going to be fine, that much she knew, but even still, the pain was overwhelming and her blood loss had been significant. Letting herself sleep even for a few minutes would be more of a gift than anything else- even if Genevieve decided to emerge and interact with her clanmates.

[b]"Please don't go."

Faintly aware of Art's request, Margaery mustered a faint laugh. She was the incarnate of death itself, backed by Selene, goddess of the moon. Dying was not an option - had not been an option for a very long time. If only she could convey that. She heard Play and Thea too, wanting desperately to answer them but finding that her dizziness made that difficult. The world spun under her and admittedly, she found that couldn't take it anymore. Perhaps it was time to pass the baton and switch into her mountain lion form after all.

"No worries, darlings."

It was all she managed before she shapeshifted, the figure left in her place staring quite confusedly at her clanmates. Margaery had assumed that Genevieve would be the one to take control, continuing her reign of terror accordingly. But her eyes were not that dark copper that indicated her presence, instead a deep green as they swept over Thea, Art, and Player. "Úbi sum?" Sybil. Sybil." Ingrid looked panicked for a moment, unsure of what was going on or why she was here. Who were these strange individuals? What was this strange place? It had been eight hundred years since the huntress had been fully conscious and to say that the world had completely changed around her would be a terrible understatement.

"Ego Ingrid Depraetere. Margaery accidit?" She lacked the ability to communicate in any language other than Latin, unaware of the fact that it was not as widespread as it had been when she was last present. "Quod non intellegunt."

(Úbi sum? - where am i?
ego ingrid depraetere. margaery accidit? - i am ingrid. what happened to margaery?
quod non intellegunt - i don't understand)